Wednesday, November 30, 2011

I am losing my mind

Last night I went to bed with pajama pants, a long sleeve shirt, my hair in a tight braid, and my alarm for 6:30.
This moring I woke up at 7:15, in pajama pants and a tank top, and with my hair completely down.
I have no recollection of what happened.
I think this is how old people feel.
This better not be a glimpse into my future.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

A Birthday Letter

Dear Erin Lou,
Do you remember that day when you performed an interpretive dance for me? I think I knew then that that crazy girl in my new ward would become one of my best friends. We have had a lot of great times together, like efy, and just hanging out in your kitchen speed drinking water and recording ourselves doing all sorts of stupid things. We should probably never wantto blackmail each other, because we could do some damage with all the embarrassing stuff we know about each other and do together. I like that we are in the same ward, actually I love it, because even though life has gotten crazy this year, we are guaranteed to play with each other at least once a week. I am so grateful that we are friends, and that you acted weird and danced for me that first time at young womens. When we go off to college, let's not stop being us. We need to pledge to play at least once a month. Sometimes you can come to SUU and then I can come to Dixie. It will work, we will make it work. Well, I love you quite a bit and am once again grateful that we are friends. Happy birthday!
Love,
Kenal Celeste
Oh, and P.S. You should buy something off of an infomercial now that you are legal.

Friday, November 25, 2011

The Blackest of All Nights

Sometimes I go to Black Friday with Mad and Erin. Actually that sometimes is really a one time. Yes folks, it was my first Black Friday tonight? Today? Last night? I am not really sure any more. I have been up for 23 hours straight right now, so if you want to excuse anything that might be typed by my sleep deprived fingers, go ahead, I won't blame you. Also, we only went to one store, Old Navy, and we stood in line for about two hours. It is a good thing that instead of buying really cute clothes that anyone would proud to wear, I buy a little boy's t-shirt. It isn't my fault i have been craving a super hero shirt, and the only ones out there are in the pre-pubescent boy section. And it also isn't my fault that it makes me have the approximate figure of my six year old little brother. But I love it, so that seven bucks of my money was highly well spent. I also got other things, but as you can tell I clearly got the most excited about my freaking hot t-shirt.